Chen Jun's strong body remained motionlessly pressed against her, showing no sign of retreat.
Looking down at her, he spoke, "Try making a phone call, see if anyone believes you had the guts to come here."
That self-assured, domineering aura brought her a powerful sense of crisis and oppression.
In her struggle, the shirt already half torn from her became even more disheveled.
Chen Jun's deep-set eyes grew darker; he was not fond of messing around outside and seeking women.
Yet, as a normal man faced with such a situation, he couldn't help but react.
Suppressing his impulses, he lowered his head and bit her shoulder as punishment.
Huang Ying screamed and quickly reached out to push him away.
What is he, a dog? It hurt like hell.
However, no matter how she struggled, she appeared powerless before him.
The increasingly intense heat made Huang Ying genuinely start to panic inside.
